I read a blog entry filled with pain, emotion, trust and love that's so obviously meant for someone else, and I'm moved, deeply, for I get to witness a bit of the naked self of someone close. I feel warmth, I feel gratitude for being allowed to witness, I want to wrap her in my arms... and I dare not comment, because it would feel like I'm butting in on a private conversation that I'm only allowed to witness.

Or maybe... this is my comment, after all. On the side, as a thought and an emotion that's allowed to exist in parallel... discrete, yet visible.